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... No one looks really happy to be there, even the clerk that is getting paid to be there. The Marrakesh bus station is no exception. Although the bus station is in a nice part of town for a change, it was already warming up and I didn't feel the desire to walk around and swear. I decided my best option was to just sit down and wait it out. I think I started an entry or two but for the most part just stared into ...
... scrubbing the fur off. They use every part of the animal, inside and out. So I vow here and now, to not complain about left over turkey sandwiches ever again. While the boys are roasting the brains. By afternoon, there are blood soaked men walking the streets offering there services to perform the butchering if the man of the house has lost the stomach for it. They skin the sheep, and carve up the meat for many future dinners. Teams of guys with carts or room ...
... word around is that Yves spent a lot of his time with the wacky baccy and so his ''LOVE" collection was born. Just ask Mandy what it was like in 1968 when she was there for a year and I think you will hear a very funny story. An epiphany occurred when she was there and it is soooooo funny. So when we have dinner with you we shall delight you in this hilarious occurrence.
The next day we had a day trip out of Marrakech to the Atlas Mountains. We had our own driver ...
... charity to help Berber women in the area, teaching them new skills and also sending the girls to school in an effort to improve the literacy rate. I bought a truly beautiful hand embroidered bathing suite shawl for Sarah for her birthday, Matt don't say anything, she doesn't read my blog. This afternoon I had a manicure and pedicure, all beautiful again. I really love Morocco, would very much like to return and spend a little longer in certain areas, like here in Kasbah ...
... to put him down (unlikely for someone of my meager size), I'd then have to deal with his younger, more agile buddy, plus everybody else who would muck in, in the dark, against a foreign tourist. I'd be ******.
I laughed it off, he let go of my arm, the other one let go of Sybie and we walked off. The last I heard was one of the hat-dispensers calling Sybie a "*******" something. A few minutes later and not that far from those two *******s she walked off to get a bank ...